CHAPTER 48

She kept her shirt on. For some reason, she felt embarrassed getting completely naked, and that extra layer of clothing meant the difference between moving forward or cleaning off her toy and waiting until her parents weren't home.

"Okay, so..." Playtime was typically relegated to an 'under the blanket and pretend I'm napping if Julianna comes home early' affair, and the freedom of having the whole room to herself left her with some options. Did she want to take her time and get in the mood first? Or did she want to get off and clean up before anybody found out?

The Devil's Knot demanded a certain level of respect, and she knew that trying to get off in a hurry wasn't going to be easy. She made a quick trip to her bedroom and grabbed a pocket vibrator from her underwear drawer, then came back to the bathroom and spread her towel out on the floor to keep her legs from getting chilly.

She turned on the vibrator and touched it to her clit. A jolt went through her pelvis, and she sighed in approval. It had been a few days, a deliberate decision on her part. The first time with the Devil's Knot needed to be special, but she also wanted to be properly excited for it. Julianna's Bible group met every Tuesday and Thursday evening, and Beth had practiced stretching herself out with hairbrush handles, Sharpie markers—whatever she could find that was in her desk.

The wait had been long, but now it felt like Christmas, only she knew that the biggest package under the tree was for her.

"Ho, ho, ho, little girl," she mumbled in her best Santa voice, scooting toward the dildo. "You've been very good this year."

"Oh, I certainly have, Santa." She spoke in falsetto this time, letting out a grunt while she teased the opening of her snatch with the vibrator. "I get good grades, live with a bitchy prude, and all I want is a little monster dick for Christmas."

"How about a big monster dick—" she said with a laugh, unable to keep a straight face any longer. Roleplaying while masturbating seemed like something that would be forever beyond her.

She closed her eyes and let images of monster p**n run through her mind. If there was one thing the internet was good for, it was giving her plenty of material for the spank bank, a term she had overheard in one of her classes.

She scooped some of the lube off of the Knot and teased herself, pushing one finger inside. The sensation was incredible, but even better was how wet she was once she got past her labia.

Fingering herself helped, and she kept stroking her clit with the vibrator while she added a second finger, and then a third, getting good and properly ready. Her eyes were locked onto the top of the Devil's Knot now. The tip looked largely like a regular cock, but tapered to a point with a split down the middle.

The buzz resonated through the house, temporarily breaking her out of the memory.

Crashing noises from below were followed by the sound of low growls, and then the sound of Oliver traipsing up the stairs. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she let herself slip back into the memory.

There was nothing seductive about the way she stood and positioned herself over the rubber cock, and she nearly lost her nerve when she saw her reflection in the mirror. She sat down with the cock between her legs, the thick knot resting against her lower belly.

"Holy shit," she whispered, giving the cock a flick. The tip bounced against her belly. Was it even going to fit?

The thought flooded her with heat, and she took a deep breath and stood up.

Oliver shoved his way into her room, dark smoke drifting from his scalp and forming a cape on his back. He squinted, his eyes on a version of her trying on dresses for the prom.

"I know you're in here," he hissed, then crossed her room and vanished. Her closet door opened. "Which one are you?" he muttered.

He can't filter them out. Was that because these were her memories? How many hundreds of versions of her did he see right now?

Oliver froze, his head turning toward the bathroom.

She stood up and placed the tip of the Devil's Knot between her labia, then lowered herself a couple of inches, her eyes closing as she savored the sensation of her vaginal canal filling up with medical grade rubber.

"Unf." I just need to turn the keys and drive off, he'll never be able to find me. When she opened her eyes, she could see the demon regarding her from the door of the bathroom.

"There you are." He opened his claws wide and moved forward, but Beth kept her gaze unfocused, looking past him.

Wait, is this the time I head out to college? Dad drove me, shit. No, wait, here we go, that road trip down to Florida. Yeah, there we go.

Oliver swung at something she couldn't see. The thick knot of the dildo was now pressing against her labia, and she paused to add a bit more lube. She used the vibrator on her clit again, humming along with the little toy as she did a series of small bounces against the thick rubber invader.

"Mmh, yeah, that's... yes..." Oliver was looking directly at her now, and he took a step forward and raised his claws.

In her mind's eye, she pictured turning the keys in the ignition, and the stereo blaring to life. She always left it turned way up, and the speakers pumped Christina Aquilera's Genie in a Bottle throughout the car.

"Fuck." Oliver turned around and bolted, and she heard his heavy footsteps slam down the stairs. Beth kept her mind on the song, playing it at full volume while she bounced on the knot.